When I was three months pregnant with our child, my husband ghosted me. We had a big argument, and while you would normally think ghosting is something immature adults do when they do not know how to communicate their feelings, my husband did exactly that. He left home and did not return for days, then weeks, and eventually months.
I would ask him for money for food and basic necessities, and he would throw his hands in the air and scream, “I don’t have any money for you.” Other times, he acted as though whatever little money he had was too precious to share with his own wife so she could eat.
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I endured that painful phase and stayed.
Six years later, I am finding out through his work colleagues that around the time I was in labour, screaming and praying to God to guide the doctors as they operated on me and helped me bring our child into the world, my husband was under the covers with another woman, caressing her and having the time of his life.
Knowing this has put so many things into perspective. It explains why this marriage has felt so bitter for so many years, while the sweet moments have been few and far between.
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I keep asking myself: what if I had died on that operating table? I was genuinely terrified. I was afraid I would not leave that operating room alive, afraid I would never get the chance to hold my baby, and all that time, far away from me, he was with another woman.
Now I find myself wondering whether my decision to consider a divorce is reasonable. Is it fair to me? Is it fair to my child? Or have I already stayed far longer than I should have?
—Korkor
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